The Fractured Lens
The first memory came as a whisper, a flicker of a life not her own. Mara sat in the sterile lab, her fingers tracing the edge of the steel table, the cold seeping into her bones. The neuroscientist, Dr. Voss,…
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The Hollowing
Mara traced the grooves in the metal chair with her fingertips, the cold seeping through her gloves. The fluorescent light above hummed, casting a sickly glow over the sterile room. She had no memory of how she’d gotten here, only…
The Architect of Echoes
## The Architect of Echoes Rain lashed against the panoramic window, blurring the neon smear of Neo-Manhattan. Elias Thorne traced a finger across the condensation, the chill mirroring the tremor in his hand. His studio wasn’t opulent – functional steel…
The Ash Bloom Cartography
## The Ash Bloom Cartography Old Man Tiber hadn’t smelled real salt air in forty years. Dust motes danced in the single shaft of light piercing his workshop’s gloom, illuminating layers of parchment stacked like forgotten strata. He traced a…